Post by Red Riding Hood on Oct 19, 2017 11:31:38 GMT -5
Loredana "Red" Lowell
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Name: Loredana Lowell
Nickname: Little Red Riding Hood, Red
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Sexuality: not fussy
Fairytale: Little Red Riding Hood
Year: 7
Face Claim: Rose McIver
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Personality: Red is a little prickly, she's suspicious of new people and always seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. She's been hurt a lot in her life and she doesn't like to open up to people until she can be sure they're not going to reject her too. She's particularly abrasive around the full moon, and on the day of it she can be downright cruel, snapping at the smallest thing.
She can be fiercely loyal and very kind but it takes a lot of work to get past her layers to reach that point, there's almost nobody who she counts as a friend close enough to earn it, although if you're a nice enough person she'll be nice to you in return as long as you don't try and get past any of her barriers. She's not openly hostile (most of the month) but she's also not ever going to be the first person to make a move in establishing a relationship, she'd rather rely on herself and move on.
Appearance: Red is striking, and not necessarily in a good way. She's still pretty, but she tends to set people just a little bit on edge on account of looking... kind of dead. She can get away with pretending she's gone prematurely grey or bleached her hair white, or that she's just exceptionally pale, but it's hard to keep that up when people just get kind of creeped out around her. There's something about the wolf blood that reminds people of a predator, and her dark stare is kind of unsettling at the best of times.
She doesn't smile a lot, she's had a hard life and it's made her a more serious person, but when she is coaxed into a laugh or a smile you can see a hint of the innocent girl she used to be when she was small. She's still overly fond of the current red, and a good 90% of her current wardrobe consists of it in various shades, it's almost impossible to catch her wearing nothing red at all, even if it's not her old hood. She also always wears a gold locket with a picture of her grandmother in it, but you'll never see her wearing silver.
In wolf form, Red is a large white wolf with copper coloured mottling around her head.
History: Loredana had a perfectly ordinary childhood, she lived with her mother on the edge of the woods and was a sweet, considerate child. Her grandmother lived on the other side of the woods and she would often travel with her mother to take food and treats. Loredana loved going to see her grandmother, and her grandmother loved her in return. She made a beautiful red cloak and hood for Loredana, and the young woman wore it so often that all their neighbours took to calling her Little Red Riding Hood, which became simply Little Red.
One day, her mother wasn't feeling very well, and she decided that Little Red was old enough to go and visit her grandmother on her own. She packed up a basket of goodies and cautioned Red to follow the path, just like they had a hundred times before, and not to stop and pick flowers or she would never get there before it was dark.
Sweet, innocent little Red set off into the forest, but was soon distracted by the beautiful flowers that grew all around. She reasoned that her grandmother would love a little posey of flowers, and it would be okay to stop and pick them so long as she stayed on the path and didn't take too long.
Well, it just so happened that one of the most famous creatures in all of fairytale land was watching her that day, the Big Bad Wolf himself.
"Little Red," he pointed out "There are much nicer flowers in the meadow over there."
"But I cannot leave the path, I have to go and see my grandmother and bring her this wine,"
And... well, you guys know the rest of the story. Innocent, trusting little red is lured off the path, and by the time she gets to her grandmother's the old woman has been eaten by the wolf. You've all heard the little masquerade that follows, what big eyes you have grandmother, what big teeth... and then the woodcutter, blessedly, coming to her rescue.
What you haven't heard is what happened next, because as the old wolf was dying he made use of a little curse certain parts of his family were able to share with just a little scratch of their claws timed with their dying breath. He was aiming for the woodcutter, but sweet little red was the only one within reach, and after all, hadn't it been her fault he was dying?
At the time, she'd just come away shaken, slightly scratched and traumatised and somewhat less trusting.
She fell ill, her skin paling to white and her dark hair fading rapidly to match, her mother thought she was dying, but it wasn't until the next full moon that they realised what the wolf's final gift had really been.
Little Red...was a werewolf.
She was driven from the town by the frightened villagers, and she had to do a lot of growing up very quickly, moving from place to place until her secret was found out, and in hushed voices people all over fairytale land would talk of her. Did you hear about Little Red? That's what happens when you try and take on the Big Bad Wolf...
Hardened, cynical and not so little any more, Red wanted to get away from the whispers and the stares, to find a way to deal with the wolf blood running through her veins, and Tintagel seemed like the perfect place.
Other: The Big Bad Wolf that attacked Red is Will's grandfather.
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"Hey, hey, what big EYES you have!" the village kids, standing at a safe distance, yelled over at Red, cackling amongst themselves.
Red turned, raising one cold eyebrow and shooting them with her very best death glare, the kids scattered, their laughter turning nervous as they fled. Still, she knew they weren't scared off for good, she'd never hurt anyone in this place. The older villagers still watched her with suspicion but the kids... the kids knew they could get away with taunting her as long as they weren't too close, they knew she wouldn't hurt them.
They didn't know anything. They were as idiotic as she'd been, once upon a time, straying from the path because the wolf told her the flowers were better over there.
"It's going to be different, this time." she told herself, slinging her pack over her shoulder. Tintagel was a different place, full of people from all different worlds. They wouldn't look at her with suspicion there, they wouldn't know her name or her story as soon as they saw her, they'd have their own to worry about - she hoped. If it wasn't, she'd just move on again, no harm done.
"Can't be worse than here." she shrugged, heading out of the village and towards where she heard the portal was.
